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“Do not take me to the hospital. Just take me home,” Ivan groaned as his heart pounded like an erratic drum in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears as sweat beaded on his forehead.

‘Where did it go wrong? He didn't eat or drink anything, so how?’ he continued to ponder in his heart, as the car sped through the city streets and went straight to his house.

All through the ride, Skylar continued to watch him in anxiety that something might go wrong on their way home, the more she mopped the sweat that beaded around his face with a towel. She wondered what had happened to him at the party while she was not there, but he wasn't in a good mood to even answer whatever questions she might have for him.

Ivan's breaths came in ragged gasps under his breath, each inhale, tasting of the musky, intoxicating air around him, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. But all he could see were flashes of burning desire that seared themselves into his mind, as a flush of heat rose to his cheeks, a shimmering fire igniting in his body.

As Skylar's soft hand grazed his skin in an attempt to check his temperature, Ivan could feel his pound of flesh harden the more, causing it to feel like he might explode soon if he didn't do something to calm himself down.

‘Shit. Was it by chance an aphrodisiac that was working in his body?’ his mind reasoned quickly.

“Are you sure we don't need to go to the hospital?” Skylar looked at her boss in concern again, oblivious to what was going wrong with him, as she tried to gauge the situation if they had to go to the hospital or not.

She didn't want what happened the last time he was like this to happen again, when the state of his health suddenly worsened after he refused to go to the hospital, and she had to nurse him all night.

“Should we turn back?” She touched his temple softly again, wondering why he seemed to be so uncomfortable if he was not even running a fever.

Quickly, Ivan grabbed her right hand firmly with his left as soon as it was about to touch his head again, “Stop. Don't!” he hurled icily, and it made her eyes widen in surprise at his sudden grouchiness. His skin had become hypersensitive.

‘Now he didn't even want her to touch him? Such a dramatic human!’ she almost scoffed in disbelief.

The car pulled up right in front of his mansion as soon as it drove into his huge compound, and Ivan struggled to alight instantly after Skylar came out to open the door for him, without allowing her to touch him.

“Take Skylar home,” he ordered the chauffeur, and her brows jumped in surprise to hear him give that order. He had never said that before.

“Sir,” she looked into his eyes, fearing that he must be badly sick enough for him to want to hide it again.

“Just go home,” he repeated and turned to leave instantly, barely walking gallantly like his usual self.

“No. I cannot leave you all by yourself,” she protested, seeing how hard he was struggling to get to the front of his house himself, as if something had tied his legs in a spot.

“Skylar! Go home!” Ivan commanded, feeling her presence behind him as he walked so briskly to the main door of his house, his muscles highly tensed.

A chilly wind blew across the air like the Antarctic ocean was located somewhere near them, as his loud, strict voice pierced the air, running cold shivers down her spine. With that, she was supposed to know he was not joking.

Suddenly, Ivan felt her small arms grab him, just as he was about to stumble, her small shoulder leaning towards him to give him support, “I will leave after I see you fine. I do not want you calling me in the middle of the night when I am already sleeping, that something is wrong with you,” She frowned stubbornly, and he almost hissed in defeat.

As soon as they got into his house, he broke free from her and rushed into his bedroom, while Skylar made her way into his kitchen to get the water that he had asked for because of the sudden thirst parching his throat.

Upon entering his room, Ivan yanked off his suit and shirt that was already damp with sweat in an instant, feeling the need to cool his overheated body down with whatever. More than ever, he craved an insatiable hunger that settled deep within his core, with an almost unbearable sensation that left him panting and dizzy.

“Mr. Hamilton, have a glass of water,” Skylar walked into the room to stretch the water to him, and was a little taken aback that her shirtless boss was only left in his black pants, leaving her eyes to feast on his hard rock body. She wanted to know what was truly wrong with him.

“You can leave now,” he breathed heavily as he drank the water in a gulp, ready to turn her out because, for some reason, his desires were starting to overpower his reasoning at the sight of her in the gorgeous dress she was donned.

“Mr. Hamilton, are you sure you are okay?” She moved closer to him and rested her hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever, seeing how he was painting deeply on the spot like he was about to lose his mind.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Ivan couldn't handle it anymore. Her touch drove him crazy.

“If I say that I am not. Would you help me?” Ivan's peering gaze bored deep into Skylar's eyes, as his strong arms suddenly grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her close, causing her heart to skip and her eyes to widen in alarm. His deep mellifluous voice resonated in her ears, echoed in her mind, and sent tremor signals down her legs.

Maybe it was the shots of champagne she had taken, or the secret desire for him that had never fed too much in her mind that took over at that moment, Skylar had no idea.

However, staring at his gorgeous face which was extremely close to hers, gleaming and staring at her with intense passion like he could set her ablaze with an inferno, she knew she was fucked.

‘This man was a walking temptation!’

And before she realized it, their breaths had entangled intensely in the battle of tongues, his kisses on every part of her body, sending toe and spine curling on her every nerve, relaying sensations that were tingling, stimulating, and taunting as he weightlessly lifted her, her legs straddling around his waist.

In no minutes, clothes were flying at every corner of the room, with passionate bodies intertwined in the pleasures of desires, as their raspy moans filled the room like a sound of melody.